My scars
Crying and bleeding,
every day.
It doesen’t feel good,
it doesen’t feel right.
But still i’m doing it.
There isn’t much blood left,
there aren’t many tears left.
This is my final cut, then i’ll stop.
I open a long line throug my arm,
i feel my pulse is weakening.
There isn’t any blood left.
I’m not gonna cry anymore,
cause there aren’t any tears left.
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This..
This is me everyday.
I tell myself Im finally passing over to this paradise of death, but then I always make an excuse fo myself to stay.
Maybe its because I do have a reason to carry on, to physically stay on earth. Idk.
Thank you for sharing your poem. I really like it.
You should write more.
Thank you.
Yeah, i make up excuses to not kill myself, but still iwant to kill myself.
It’s just so hard. I don’t know what the meaning of life is, if god made this “perfect” community, why the hell did he want the people to feel fear, sorrow and pain… I don’t believe in God, bekause evrybody tells us that he made this living “paradise” perfect, but it isn’t perfect for everybody.
I will be using something in your comment in my next poem if it is okay, thank you.. 🙂
damn that smiley was ugly.. :S
Just telling the truth.
Yeah, I know what you mean.
Let me guess, Paradise of death part ? Lool. If so, that would be a cool title. Cant wait to read it.
Yeah, life seems like such a test.
Paradise.. life, well Im guessing the people who say that, live in happy fairy tales, but then again, life is only paradise if you let it be paradise.
Indeed that smiley does look weird lol.